Come Away, Love Poem by Timothy Thomas Fortune
Come Away, Love
Come away, love, come away
Where the men do gather hay;—
In the fruitful fields remote
Join with mine thy merry note,
In the toilsome pleasures where
Plenty drives away all care!
On the hills the flocks do browse,
And the dogs the echoes rouse;
All is life, and all is joy.
Where all hands do find employ.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: dogs
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